Transgressions: A Lesbian Love Story

Chapter 2-1

Chapter Two

Linda’s eyes opened as the dream faded and out of habit she glanced at the clock radio on the bedside drawers, the display read 03:00 and she made the metal calculation, she’d been asleep for two and a half hours. Sienna hadn’t left until just after twelve and by the time she showered and got into bed it had just gone half past twelve. Usually she laid awake for a good half an hour before drifting off to sleep but tonight she’d been asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

What is happening to me? Am I falling for a woman or is this just the novelty of having a gay girlfriend?

She rolled onto her side and focused on the illuminated digital readout. After dinner she’d taken Sienna through to the sewing room where she’d been halfway through making a skirt and as she went through the motions Sienna seemed fascinated by the whole process. Indeed, it was almost as if she became another person. There was no boundary between them like at work, it was as if she’d stepped out of her own skin and into another body as she watched Linda work.

Afterwards they’d sat and talked for an hour. Usually she had the telly on at night but tonight the only other sound came from the stereo. Sienna had a wide taste in music that ranged from classical through to the latest pop, rock, and blues. Linda however had been enthralled by her tales of Belfast, Dublin, London, Scotland and further afield to Europe. Sienna had agreed to bring around her photo albums the next time she came around.

And there would be a next time, of that Linda was sure but one thing she was unsure about was where this was going to lead. Would she become her next girlfriend or would it just stay at the platonic level. It was only as she drifted off to sleep again some time later that Linda realised that for the first time in her life she didn’t actually care.

She woke suddenly at 6:15 to the doorbell and when she peered through the spyglass there was a policewoman and a male colleague on the front porch. Linda pulled the tie around her dressing gown tighter before opening the door.

“G’day,” the policewoman spoke up, “sorry to disturb you, but we’re just making some routine inquiries following an incident in the early hours of the morning. Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?”

“Um, no, of course,” she looked past her for a moment.

“Were you home last night between two and three in the morning?”

“Yeah, I was asleep, but I woke up at about three.”

“Can you tell me why you woke up?” The policewoman shifted slightly and Linda felt the hairs on the back of her head tingling.

“I have no idea,” she frowned, “I’ve been a bit restless lately, I have a few things on my mind but I fell asleep shortly afterwards.”

“Did you hear anything, unusual?”

“Unusual?” Linda stared at her, “I don’t understand, what do you mean by unusual?”

“Loud voices, perhaps something else like a car backfiring?”

“No, I can’t say I did,” she frowned, “look, I’m really sorry. I woke up because I’ve got something on my mind, I stayed awake for I don’t know, maybe twenty minutes and then I fell asleep again. I don’t know what else I can tell you.”

“That’s fine,” she replied, “and there were no other people in the house last night?”

“Just me, I had a girlfriend from work who left about twelve or thereabouts.”

“Okay, if you remember something, please don’t hesitate to call us,” she handed her a card, “I’m sorry I can’t tell you more but we’re just asking all the neighbours the same questions.”

“No worries,” she took the card as they stepped off the front porch but as she looked up again Linda felt a slight warmth in her belly as she stared at the policewoman’s arse. Granted a police uniform was not the sexiest outfit in the world but this particular woman still looked good enough to, she swallowed.

To f**k?

Linda took a few steps forward so as she could see further up the street and it was only then she saw the police tapes around a car. Two officers stood outside the house down the road and some plain clothes officers had just emerged from a car.

What the hell has happened? Linda stared blankly as she replayed the conversation. Incident? Did I hear a car backfiring?

However it wasn’t until she got to work that she heard about the slaying of a reputed gangland figure in the early hours of the morning. The victim was apparently visiting a female friend when he was ambushed by unknown assailants and gunned down. His wife and children had been notified and police would release his name shortly.

“I had no idea I lived in such a dangerous street,” she confessed to Sienna over lunch, “they’re saying he had alleged links to an organised crime syndicate.”

“They’re often hiding in plain sight,” Sienna commented, “we had that a lot back in Belfast, you knew who was doing what but you kept your mouth shut and pretended it wasn’t happening,” she eyed her.

“I know it’s cold comfort but it’s the best I can manage right now.”

“Thanks,” Linda eyed her coffee cup, “maybe I’ll stay at my parents’ place tonight.”

“Or I could stay at your place,” Sienna replied.

Linda hesitated before replying, it almost seemed trivial. Like she was fresh out of high school and needing the comfort of someone much older but she agreed.

“Okay, thanks. As long as it’s not putting you out.”

“If it was I wouldn’t be offering.”

That night marked a significant change for Linda when she let Sienna stay the night because it was the first time she’d slept in the same bed as a lesbian. Not so long ago she would have thought it a bit strange and even dangerous but tonight it felt somewhat surreal in the light of what had just happened last night. That became even more poignant as she stood under the shower whilst Sienna watched telly, if a man had been present she might have snibbed the lock but not with a woman, unless, she glanced at the door almost as if Sienna was going to step into the room. It was a stupid thought and yet one that almost excited her.

Sienna glanced up from the couch when Linda returned from the bathroom wearing a nightie and with a towel wrapped around her head.

“They’re saying on the news that there’s been another shooting that might be related to the one here last night.”

“Where?”

“Pascoe Vale,” Sienna frowned, “that’s out in the west isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is,” she stared at the television, “God, I hope it’s not part of some gangland feud.”

“The police are denying it but they always say that, we’ve had years of police and politicians trying to tell us that it’s just isolated incidents. The fact these things happen over and over and over again is testament to the stupidity of politicians, they wouldn’t know their arse was on fire until the fire engine was halfway up their arse.”

“Um, the bathroom is free, I’ve left a fresh towel there and I’ll bring you a spare nightie.”

“Thanks,” Sienna got to her feet and a few moments later left the room.

Linda didn’t want to sit and watch the rest of the news, the second murder took up part of the news and then there was a news item about the repeal of the Mixed Marriages Act in South Africa, which was being cautiously reported as a step towards normalising relations with the outside world. This news item in particular caught her interest as she headed off to bed a few minutes later. The ban on interracial marriage had long been one of those things her mother ranted about whenever the topic at barbecues turned political. Linda’s mother was a staunch defender of human rights but admitted that sometimes she was kicking out at a father who’d been an outright racist.

“That shower is heaven,” Sienna announced as she walked into the bedroom.

“It’s a shower,” Linda smiled crookedly.

“Yes, but your shower is clean. I have black mould in between the tiles and no matter how hard I scrub it just doesn’t come out,” she eyed the red nightie on the bed.

“You want me in red?”

“There’s a black one and a white one in the chest of drawers.”

“Better red than dead,” Sienna started to unbutton her blouse, “now that’s an Irish thing to say,” she undid another button, “you look thoughtful.”

“Do you think they’ll ever, you know, legalise gay marriage?”

“There’s always hope,” Sienna glanced at her as she undid another button, “you’re not going to propose right now are you, because I’m kind of distracted.”

“Oh, no,” she winced, “I was watching that thing on the news about South Africa lifting the ban on mixed marriages and just got to thinking, what’s next?”

“Well things are moving, but they’d need to get rid of the idea of marriage being a Christian thing in the first place,” she undid the last button and parted the blouse.

“I haven’t been in my time machine for years but I’m pretty sure that marriage was a thing long before the Christian church claimed it,” she let the blouse fall to the floor.

“What’s it like in Northern Ireland?”

“Ah now there’s an Irish story,” she undid her skirt and unzipped it, “it all depends on whether it was a Catholic ceremony or a Protestant one, the holy mother church doesn’t recognise marriages performed by Protestants unless the children are brought up Catholic and the Protestant ones are pretty much against it too but they’ll kindly look the other way,” she let the skirt fall to the floor, “so if you want to marry someone from the other side you have to elope and get married on the British mainland.”

“That’s so, so sick.”

“It is sick,” she picked up the nightie and slipped it over her head, “that’s what I love so much about Australia, you’re a nation of half-arsed agnostics or outright atheists. As long as you don’t shove your beliefs down someone’s throat you can pretty much do what you want.”

She reached under the nightie and pulled the panties down.

“But it would be a hell of a step in the right direction if the powers that be could actually admit that you can fall in love with someone from the same s*x. It’s not like we’re trying to take over the world and turn everyone gay,” she slipped beneath the cover.

“Mind you, lesbianism was never illegal in Britain, even back in the days of Queen Victoria.”

“Why not?”

“Apparently,” she rolled onto her side, “the prevailing logic of the day said that women could not possible achieve s****l satisfaction with another woman and the women back then kept their pretty mouths shut and f****d each other’s brains out.”

Linda opened her mouth to say something but instead burst out laughing.

“That’s just weird.”

“People are weird, I look at the royal family as being a warning against inbreeding.”

Linda stared at her for a few moments and then Sienna leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“Now goodnight and try not to finger me in the night,” and with that she rolled onto her other side and drifted off to sleep. Linda was left staring at the ceiling feeling somewhat queer, if that was the right word. There had been no suggestion from the police that the neighbours were in any danger from a repeat of last night’s brutal slaying. She stayed away for a good half an hour or so before finally drifting off to sleep.

Linda woke suddenly the next morning to find Sienna wasn’t in bed, but she could hear the shower running and over the sound of the water she could hear Sienna singing but she couldn’t make out the words. Linda tried to remember the last time she’d heard someone singing in the shower, it must have been when she was a kid and her father was still drinking she surmised.

Sienna came back to the bedroom not long after, hastily tucking her blouse into the skirt.

“Shower’s free if you’re up for it, do you fancy a cooked breakfast?”

“Cooked breakfast?” Linda sat up in bed, “usually I have cereal or toast.”

“Whatever, but I saw eggs and what do you guys call sausages?”

“Snags,” she replied.

“Them and all,” she grinned, “I’ll cook it, you get ready for work and I guess we’ll take your car to work this morning.”

“Okay,” her feet hit the floor, “it’s a deal.”

“See, I’m not such a dyke after all,” Sienna moved to examine her reflection in the mirror, “with me you get a home cooked meal, makeup tips and the usual womanly advice. My last girlfriend used to wear steel-capped boots whenever she went clubbing.”

“How do you dance in steel capped boots?”

“She wasn’t wearing them to dance in,” she turned to look at her side profile, “Roxy was fond of stepping on a man’s foot whenever he came too close to me. It’s one of the reasons we broke up, I’m all for being protective, especially in those clubs but Roxy went a bridge too far, it was only a matter of time before she trod on the wrong toes.”